Stand Clear of the Closing Doors

It has happened…. controlled.
She has passed as a moment of wonder.
I saw her from that view, from over there, under the intense sky of tall.
Arriving in temperature of vivid, instant, color and message.
Settled in ways of anxious calm..
Unknowing yet of no surprise.
She is awakened and aware of the consistent rumble.
Restless spirits. Tempting.
Indepth confusion and blossoming achievement.
So very refined while neutral is the temptation..
Diversity and direction, marking of a residence…
Choices are every-which-way..
Often with intent for one specific object or soul.
Suddenly seeing something in me which is also in you…
The F to the G to the R to the L.
Wait… will we meet again?
Cross over, back track at once.
No penthouse can compete with this infatuation.
This is the stop.. It has to be. So felt.
Such a location of awaited opportunity.
A condition of must…
A serving of intuition, you offer to millions in need.
You make content so many empty minds.
But who would dare to exist just for that?
A sensation of no promise. Dreamy.
Because of your massive motion, so many will never rush for the cab.
Others will stand clear of the closing doors….
Your stop will eventually come.
Wait.